Call 'em out - A.B. Original, Guilty Simpson

Hand cuffed and stuffed inside some fuckery

Double knees to keep my breathing shallow as my grave is

On my best behaviours, till we end up leaking on the pavements (why)

Best believe its racist if we both walk in the same shop tomorrow (tomorrow)

And only one gets followed by the same cop

The only difference is our pigment, at least' that’s what the pig meant

They wanna put us all back in the pig pen

But not all are, still thinking we fauna, this real life

Hit 'em with that one-two: Tamir Rice

Clear signs nothings getting better and they ain’t gonna let up

Till we get that gut full and fed up (we starving)

That’s when they told me looking out for justice was outdated

Deal with it and trust the judges (what the fuck?)

Newsflash motherfucker, I don’t respect ya (hell no)

Ignoring it is easy when it won’t even effect ya

I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out

I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out

I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out

I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick

Hey Briggs, you called 'em out?

Hell yeah, I called 'em out

We did another lap and gave them something else to talk about

We called 'em out, what what, we called 'em out

We called 'em out, and then we sort 'em out quick

Bitch — and then we sort 'em out quick

They want beef, then we sort 'em out

Then we sort 'em out quick

And then we sort 'em out quick

The ones that are no good to themselves, can’t accept things, the

half-castes—and this is where most of the trouble comes—I would dope the water

up so that they were sterile and would breed themselves out in future and that

would solve the problem

Yeah, skin of onyx

Manatronix, sippin' gin and tonic and hittin' chronic

I spit ebonics, fuck the system

I heard they buildin' up another prison

Right outside the subdivision, Officer Friendly

Swallowing Henny, intoxicated off power

Following any vehicle occupied

With people of colour, so I’m keepin' my brother

The powers against me, Mama convinced me

There’s good in everybody and e’rybody was good

When they used lynch me and drench me

I’m speaking for victims, many don’t have a voice

Shuffled in the system, so we share the wisdom

Speaking of lives lost, they killing our kind

And barely getting' time off

They said we really shouldn’t talk about

I say the opposite and call 'em out

Yeah yeah, I call 'em out

I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out

I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out

I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick

The do-gooders came along and they—these beurocrats and the rest of them who

would write great thesis on things down south… and they decided that they

better go and civilise these savages of ours, so they brought 'em into the

towns

Third class citizen, never got rid of 'em

Locked in the system, no presumption of innocence

I keep the mindstate militant

I keep watch on my brothers because my states killin 'em

I keep my whips inconspicuous

'Cause these pigs give a fuck what you in

'Cause what you drive may be where you die

If you pull over you mightn’t pull out alive

Raisin' my hands, drawn a line in the sand

So there’s no excuse for a gun and a badge

To let anything fly, if anyone dies

Make sure every cop shop in the city fries

It’s easier to kill us than skill us

What good’s a gorilla in a world of vanilla

Other rappers ain’t finna to talk about (Fuck Boys)

Fuck that, I say the opposite and call 'em out

Now I wouldn’t mind Philip, if it was just the black—the true Aborigine—but

there are so many hybrides, and they’re nearly white, and this is where it

hurts me